The Cajun people are resolute in their love and worship of the crawfish.
Look at this motherfuckin' crawfish, bitches!
Marinate on this one. If a woman hires someone to kill her estranged husband and his new girlfriend, it is acceptable; she can just rest at home for three years. On the other hand, if a man steals crawfish, he can bet his thieving ass that he will sit in a jail cell for two years.
Even without me, there is never a dull moment in my hometown, folks.
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Well, I would if I could. In the meantime, I just would be happy to march in with the Super Bowl XLIV Champs … the New Orleans Saints. Sweet Breesus, I love the sound of that.
We are traveling in the footsteps
Of those who’ve gone before
But we’ll all be reunited (but if we stand reunited)
On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store)
Oh when the Saints go marching in
When the Saints go marching in
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in
And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine
And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in
When the moon turns red with blood
When the moon turns red with blood
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in
On that hallelujah day
On that hallelujah day
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in
Oh when the trumpet sounds the call
Oh when the trumpet sounds the call
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in
Some say this world of trouble
Is the only one we need
But I’m waiting for that morning
When the new world is revealed
When the revelation (revolution) comes
When the revelation (revolution) comes
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in
When the rich go out and work
When the rich go out and work
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in
When the air is pure and clean
When the air is pure and clean
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in
When we all have food to eat
When we all have food to eat
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in
When our leaders learn to cry
When our leaders learn to cry
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the Saints go marching in
Peyton Manning, after living a full life, died and went to heaven. When he got to heaven, God was showing him around. They came to a modest little house with a faded Colts flag in the window. “This house is yours for eternity, Peyton,” said God. “This is very special; not everyone gets a house up here.”
Peyton felt special, indeed, and walked up to his house.
On his way up the porch, he noticed another house just around the corner. It was a 3-story mansion with a black and gold sidewalk, a 50-foot tall flagpole with an enormous Saints logo flag, and in every window, a New Orleans Saints towel.
Peyton looked at God and said, “God, I’m not trying to be ungrateful, but I have a question.
I was an all-pro QB, I hold many NFL records, and I even went to the Hall of Fame.”
God said, “So, what’s your point Peyton?”
“Well, why does Drew Brees get a better house than me?”
God chuckled and said, “Peyton, that’s not Drew’s house, it’s mine.”
1. I pledge allegiance to The Saints, and to the great city of New Orleans; and to The Super Bowl, for which we will win; One city, below sea level, under God; with Mardi Gras & alcohol for all!
2. Notice to my boss: If the Saints win, I’m not coming in on Monday.
3. Bobby Hebert does the stanky leg.
4. What It Means to be a Saints Fan
5. Who Dat?!: Songs for the New Orleans Saints
7. Dear Miami
8. Who dat say we can’t print dat?
9. Saints inspire cancer survivor
10. Follow the New Orleans Saints on Twitter!
11. Who Dat origins
12. Get to know Gumbo the Dog
13. Support a Saints Foundation.
I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin’ on the porch with my family, singin’ and dancin’ down in Mississippi.
What?
I might as well have been because I love me some soul food.
Boog and I went to Las Vegas’ own M & M Soul Food Cafe for a late lunch today. Let’s just say that they “satisfied my appetite … while soothing my soul.”
Looka for yourself.
smothered fried chicken wangs
Mac & cheese, BEP, and yams
liver and onions
Smothered pork chop
Oh, yes, we did eat it all … along with some cornbread pancakes and sweet tea. We did not manage to get the desserts down until much later at home. Yes, of course, we had sweet potato pie and peach cobbler.
Now, someone hand me the antacid because I have some wicked heartburn.
Yes, this is great. I don’t know a Saints’ fan who isn’t on top of the world today. This is why I continue to believe.
Drew Brees, who art in New Orleans, hallowed be thy name.
Thy bowl will come, it will be won, in Miami as it is in the Dome.
Give us this Sunday, our weekly win. Give us touchdown passes,
but do not let others pass against us. Lead us not into frustration,
but deliver us to the Super Bowl!
AMEN!!!!!!!!!
Some of us have been Who Dats long enough to remember this great song and to believe. Oh, yes, I believe. I have believed for a long time. Why? Because “we’ve been down too long, too many years. We must resume the fight, continue to persevere…”
GEAUX SAINTS!
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